Page 7 of Twisted Vows

Her piercing brown eyes meet mine. With her parted lips glittering in the dim light—she must have put on lip gloss before she left work—and her jeans hugging her hips, she’s sex incarnate. She stares at me, frozen in shock.

The goon gives one last gargle, breaking her out of her trance.

She pulls her bag to her chest and darts away.

I curse.

When my brother revealed his plans to rule the flesh trade in San Francisco, I swore to protect every innocent woman and child I could, but if she rats me out, I’ll never find out who is funding Narciso.

Kidnapping a sinfully gorgeous nurse wasn’t on my to do list, but she’s seen too much. Even with the alley almost pitch black, I can’t take any chances. She must come with me.

I don’t know what I’ll do with her, but I know what I want to dotoher.

Hating myself for being so despicable but willing to do anything to protect Giorgio and his family, I grab her around the waist and lift her off her feet.

Despite the direness of the situation, my cock stiffens as I swing her into the next alley. Before I can pin her front against the side of the building, she lifts her legs and shoves us backward with surprising force. Stumbling, I hiss and curse as pain blasts through my chin as she flings her head back, smashing her skull against my jaw.

I underestimated her. I won’t do it again.

There’s more to this feisty little woman than meets the eye.

I’ll have fun exploring every inch of her.

Chapter 3

Emma Lanza

Why are my stupid fucking nosebleedsalways so goddamn right?

With terror clogging my throat and pain shooting through my skull from headbutting his unforgiving chin, I kick the corner of the dumpster, hurting my toes but making a shit ton of noise.

I suck down a deep breath, open my mouth, and scream.

He claps his hand over the bottom half of my face, cutting off my yell, and spins away from the dumpster. My vision blurs. I tighten my arms around my bag. Before I can get my bearings, he squishes me against the wall with his bulk and presses the back of my head to his chest.

I bite his hand. Hard. Blood coats my tongue. I gag but bite down harder.

When he snakes his arm out from between my bag and the wall, the brick shreds his sleeve. He pinches my nose, blocking my airway.

I fight, bruising my knees and elbows on the building and tweaking my neck and spine as he grips my face and pins me to the brick with his weight.

Metallic liquid hits the back of my throat.

I release my bite and cough out his blood. My stomach roils, threatening to expel my meager dinner.

He wraps his bloody hand around my throat and presses his palm to my forehead, trapping my skull against his sternum.

He’s massive. I may be on the shorter side, but the way he towers over me is terrifying.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours is dangerous, isn’t it,mia caramellina?”

His voice sends shivers down my spine. For a horrible moment, I think I’ve heard him somewhere before, but I shove the thought away and clamp my eyes closed when he leans down.

“Stop! I haven’t seen your face. I can’t identify you. Let me go. I won’t say anything.”

“Hush,mia caramellina. I don’t want to hurt you,” he rumbles with his lips against my temple.

“I’m not your little caramel, and I swear, I’ll pretend like this never happened. Please, just let me go.”

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